[Intro: jssr]

(Okay, yeah, haha, uh)

[Chorus: jssr]

I cannot fuck with these people, they copying

Like, why you just wanna be me?

I just, like, get to the racks and I pop it in

Like, bitch, you can't do it like me

[?], but that boy can't do it, can't do it like me

How I, walk with the blick and I got all my money, I got me a goddamn spree, like

Talk on my wall and I hop it (I took that once with the [?])

I-I took that bitch to the tropic

Changin' 'em up and I'm feeling like tie-dye, huh

That boy made me a topic, huh

No, I can't fuck with that shit, no go

I turn that Glock into BO, I'm countin' my money, I count me a big bankroll

[Verse 1: jssr]

Fuck with that money, fuck with the stats and I swear that I'm in love with the funds

I count a hunnid

I count a hunnid, I swear I'm in love with the hunds'

I told that bitch that I don't give a fuck, told bitch, "I don't have no lovе"

I told that ho that I keep me a buck, I keep a goddamn gun

Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah

Talk 'bout, huh, huh, huh, huh

I don't give no fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Just rock with guns, guns, guns, guns

[Verse 2: dvertigo]

(Yeah-yeah-yeah)

I see Prada spread out on my tag

I see fifty racks up in that bag, ho

I got cash flow, I got some broads on go

I'm fuckin' this ho down slowly, I got some shit in my soda

High every day, never sober

I told that bitch, "Bend over"

Walk in that bitch so clean, y'all opps be late, so phony

Come get yo' bitch off me, I'm the one with all the funds, huh

I'm the bitch havin' fun, huh

Put that in the Saint Laurent, huh

I'm in this bitch geeked up, huh

Walk in that bitch, we stunt, huh

Big ass pointers, they punch, huh

Pistol get grabbed for fun, huh

I'm never seein' the sun, huh

I'm always gettin' geeked up, huh

We never seein' the sun, yeah

We always gettin' geeked up, yeah

I'm never trippin' on nothin', huh

I'm only worried 'bout us, yeah

[Verse 3: Slump6s]

Bitch, I'm only worried 'bout us

Cum in her face, yeah, I bust

Nigga run up on me lookin' all crazy, he walk out this bitch with a crutch

I'm on the gas, what's up? Bitch nigga, don't gas 'em up

Bitch, I don't roll it, ain't pass it up, lil' bro can't breathe, got asthma

Ayy, walk, uh, walk, uh, walk down, nigga, touch me

New drank, shoutout LUCKI

Workin' on new shit, boy, don't rush me, ayy

Big Ricks got me comfy

Workin' on big shit, out the country

I got a big stick, make his wig split, made his big homie hit the dougie

Look at the bank call, that's yo' bitch, shit, they said I been making too much money

Nigga talk down on some dumb shit, then I'm finna fuck up on his sister

If he fuck 'round, we gon' dump shit in this MAC-11 like a whisper

Leave him dumbfound with my white boys, I might fuck around and shoot a nigga

[Chorus: jssr]

I cannot fuck with these people, they copying

Like, why you just wanna be me?

I just, like, get to the racks and I pop it in

Like, bitch, you can't do it like me

[?], but that boy can't do it, can't do it like me

How I, walk with the blick and I got all my money, I got me a goddamn spree, like

Talk on my wall, and I hop it (I took that once with the [?])

I-I took that bitch to the tropic

Changin' 'em up, and I'm feeling like tie-dye, huh

That boy made me a topic, huh

No, I can't fuck with that shit, no go

I turn that Glock into BO, I'm countin' my money, I count me a big bankroll